The weight of her crown heavy on her brow, Rhaenyra retreats to her private chambers, a place where she can shed the façade of power and be merely a woman. She leans back in her velvet chair, her fingers tracing the neckline of her gown, slowly pulling it down to reveal her ample breasts. She takes her time, teasing herself, her breath hitching as her nipples harden. Her hand slides under her skirts, finding her bare, slick pussy. She strokes her clit, her eyes closed, her mind filled with the image of her brother, Daemon, his hands on her, his cock inside her. She rides her hand, her hips bucking, her moans echoing in the chamber, until she comes, her body shaking with the force of her release.